Page 49 of Butter My Biscuit

Before we can say anything, she lifts her hand. “Don’t speak. I drank too much yesterday, and I’m dealing with a hangover. Also, mind your business.”

When Mr. Anderson, our boss, comes out of his office and glares at us, I take that as my cue to return to the front. I unlock my computer and scroll through my email, deleting all the junk and flagging what’s important. Once I’ve sorted through it all, I text Harrison.

Grace

Good morning! Hope you got some rest.

Harrison

Didn’t. Stayed up way too late. Couldn’t sleep.

Grace

Maybe you needed some forced snuggles.

I laugh, thinking about how much he hates it.

Grace

Oh, thought I’d give you a fair warning. Kinsley might know we kissed.

Just typing that causes a surge of adrenaline to course through my veins. I look at the message and read it a few times before I press Send. Last thing I need is her blindsiding him at a family event.

Harrison

WHAT?!

Grace

I don’t know how she got it out of me.

Harrison

This is your fault. Drunkie just had to call me a chicken!

Grace

I’m not sorry about it.

His text bubble appears and then disappears. Then, he doesn’t type anything for what feels like an hour, though only a minute has passed.

Harrison

No?

Grace

No. What about you?

Another long pause.

I might have pushed it too far this time. Then, my phone dings.

Harrison

Hell no.

A smile touches my lips as I think about how softly he kissed me.

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